Marlene laughed. "Hit Wizards don't even know the meaning of discrete, and let's not forget which one of us went undercover for years, while you go in and knock down door to arrest escaped prisoners." She shook her head, smiling at him. "You'd be awful at undercover work. You'd never have the patience."
The snort was very un-lady like and her family would be horrified, but Marlene didn't care. "There's nothing manly about smelling bad and don't you have night duty tonight? You should nape so you can really work, although we all know that Hit Wizards just pretend to work."
A little shiver passed through her. She knew that Edgar was talking about Randolph, a very good looking bloke who was too much into himself to care about his partner, but her mind went to another R - Rabastan Lestrange and pretending to be the man's lover for months. "Yes, worse than Randolph, not as bad as Rabastan." She didn't think anyone would ever be as bad as that sadistic bastard, and if there was, he wouldn't survive. "I couldn't even see his dick, that's how big it was and don't tell me size doesn't matter, because he thought he was a sex god. I could have slept through it."